Quickly wear, the host has evil intentions

Chapter 159 The Sensitive and Paranoid Young Master 19

Duan Ci's eyes widened slightly in excitement.

Ji Mujin didn't think so. Was he unable to accept the surprise?

Without any pause, he pried open his lips and teeth with his tongue, kissing him domineeringly and forcefully, his eyes filled with an intense madness that could not be dissolved.

If you can't accept it, then just lock him up. Doesn't Duan Ci not want to contact others? Then lock him up, isn't that just perfect?

Duan Ci went from being passive at the beginning to being dominant later. He put his arm around Ji Mujin's waist and responded to him.

Ji Mujin brought the phone closer, and the sound of their kissing could be clearly heard from the other side.

Ji Mujin didn't let go of Duan Ci until he tasted blood in his mouth.

Duan Ci was breathing slightly, and his lips were bitten by him.

"Duan Ci, what are you doing?!"

An angry voice came from the phone.

They were all adults, and Cheng Yanbei, who had listened to the whole process, of course understood what they were doing. After recovering from his shock, he yelled into the phone.

"roll!"

Duan Ci said, and hung up the phone directly, blocking and deleting the message without any hesitation.

Ji Mujin's lips curled up in a happy arc, his breathing was rapid, and he was a little excited. Duan Ci responded to him just now, does this mean that Duan Ci also likes him?

He looked at the man under him, rubbed his lips with his fingertips, and smeared the blood on his lips, making them look very red.

Ji Mujin lowered his head, but Duan Ci turned his face away uncomfortably.

"You, what did you mean just now?"

His voice was muffled and he didn't look at Ji Mujin.

Ji Mujin turned his face around to face him, gently stroked his face, and slowly moved his hand down to his neck.

"Of course I like you, isn't it obvious?"

There was a hint of madness on his gentle face, and his eyes looked as if he wanted to tear Duan Ci apart.

Duan Ci looked like he didn't believe it, but he was actually screaming in his heart.

I don’t believe it, so force your love on me, force your love on me, Ajin, please force your love on me!

Duan Ci stopped arguing with him, stretched out his hand to push him up from his body.

Ji Mujin stared at his face, and seeing that there was no particular disgust or resistance on his face, he moved away from the man and sat aside.

Duan Ci stood up and sat down, subconsciously raising his hand to tidy up his hair so that it covered the left half of his face.

Ji Mujin looked at his movements and said:

"Don't be so concerned in front of me."

Duan Ci paused for a moment, neither arguing with him nor paying attention to him, but put down his hand.

Xiao Hui looked at the man who was very furious after the call was hung up. After Cheng Yanbei's emotions had almost stabilized, he pretended to be out of breath and ran over.

Seeing that he was worried about him, Cheng Yanbei calmed down a little.

"Yanbei, how are you? How come you suddenly come out when you are still injured? I am so worried."

Xiao Hui stroked his face with his hand, his tone gentle but filled with worry that was hard to conceal.

Noticing the wound on the corner of his lip, Xiao Hui's eyes darkened, and he pretended to press it hard with his fingers accidentally, causing Cheng Yanbei to gasp in pain and frown.

Seeing his reaction, Xiao Hui immediately let go of his hand, becoming a little at a loss, with panic in his eyes.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to do that. I thought it was the blood from my palm that got on your face, so I wanted to wipe it off for you. Does it hurt? Let's go to the hospital, okay?"

He explained to Cheng Yanbei what he had just done, and his white jade-like fingertips gently touched the wound at the corner of his lips, very carefully, as if he was afraid that he would be hurt.

How could Cheng Yanbei bear to blame him when his heart and eyes were filled with only him, and he was the person he liked? He also noticed the blood on Xiao Hui's hands.

He grasped his hand and checked his palm, and saw the wound on the white and tender palm and the blood on the palm.

"How did it happen? Why is the injury so serious?!"

Cheng Yanbei felt very distressed to see him injured like this.

Xiao Hui observed his expression and saw that he really didn't remember what happened just now, and a look of loss crept into his eyes.

He pulled his hand back, lowered his head slightly, and the strands of hair on his forehead hid the look in his eyes.

"I accidentally fell when you were fighting just now. It's nothing. Don't worry about me. Your injury is more serious."

His voice was still gentle, but with an indescribable loneliness.

"It's all the fault of that psychopath Duan Ci!"

Cheng Yanbei gritted his teeth, his face sinister, blaming everything on Duan Ci.

Duan Ci and he broke up, and his mother never mentioned getting him engaged to Duan Ci again after what happened in the private room.